Vanguard

In that unique quiet of morning / The appointed hour draws nigh / And from every direction / They shuffle forward in droves / Expressions masked / Inscrutable / Manning their gleaming conveyances / They fall in / At their marks / Equidistant / In regimented formation / Resigned to their fate / Steeled by resolve / Accepting what lies ahead / Nonetheless compelled / They await their cue / Now / The object of their worship / That hulking, ravenous behemoth / Snarling / Awakens, curling its upper lip / Gaping maw widening / And like lemmings / Helpless to resist its call / The troops plod forward / Without breaking ranks / Low rumble come thundering roar / They march into the gaping abyss / Costco